Humans are in chaos, despicable outsiders.

Bronya began to criticize the two Kaslana Valkyries beside her, and eventually came to a conclusion—

"The one who was wrong was Kaslana, not Mei-neechan!"

"Even if the Kaslana family is 99% at fault, doesn't Raiden Mei have at least 1% to blame?"

Undeterred, Bianca resorted to shameless behavior on the spot, muttering loudly.

"According to what you said, Sister Durandal, Sister Mei does bear some responsibility—Sister Mei shouldn't have cooked the food so well, attracting Kiana, who was reincarnated from that starving ghost!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Bronya, this is a blatant personal attack, retaliation! What's wrong with the Kaslana family eating a little more? Why haven't you said anything about Snow?! Bianca, aren't you right?!"

Kiana, known as the "starving ghost," immediately objected and, along with Durandal from the Kaslana family, attempted to launch a barrage of verbal attacks against Bronya.

“Bronya’s point is that she was only describing Kiana’s eating habits back then—she has no objection to the amount of food your knight family eats.”

"Puff puff puff..."

While sitting on the back of the Heavy Bunny, clinging to Bronya's waist, Seele imagined the way the white-haired knight princess ate, as described by her sister Bronya, and burst out laughing.

"If Kiana had eaten with even half the elegance of Snow back then, Bronya wouldn't have called you a starving ghost reincarnated."

"I think you're clearly a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong!"

The group verbally attacked each other while rushing towards the distant node gate. Some of them seemed to have forgotten about a World Serpent mercenary stationed on the other side of the city...

"None of the Herrschers are good people!!!"

Furious, Siola broke free from the wailing of some of the children and pointed in the direction of the chaos, unleashing a torrent of curses.

The Kiana who recently wanted Durandal and Raiden Mei to stop fighting and leave the scene is none other than this Miss Siola.

The scene, almost identical to that of a few years ago, terrified most of the children in the nest, prompting Siola to comfort these psychologically scarred children who were exhausted to the point of having a suicidal thought.

"It might be fun to coax one child, a little troublesome to coax two, and exhausting to coax three... but coaxing a whole group... you'll just be thinking about why you picked up so many little rascals in the first place..."

Chapter 297 Grandma Karen Enters the Grand View Garden—

"Imaginary God Remains... Hmm, I remember you were supposed to be called Nihilism?"

The golden-haired god looked at the construct kneeling before him and tapped the armrest of his throne.

"Then it's you—soon someone will open the gate from the mortal world to this place. Besides protecting the Imaginary Tree from attack, you must attract their attention as much as possible."

The construct below tilted its head in confusion, expressing its bewilderment in a very human-like way.

"..."

Looking at the imaginary deities below who didn't seem to understand his meaning, Snow rubbed his brow and added—

"Smash everything you can see, make as much noise as possible, and don't let anyone notice me... Got it?"

[...everything I saw was smashed]

The red eye on the head of the nihilist flashed, and it nodded to the being before it, standing beside the throne awaiting its moment.

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When Kiana and her group arrived at the scene, they found a chaotic battlefield, with a large number of Destiny Machines entangled in a large black and gold construct.

Meanwhile, the Valkyries of the Undying Blade all stayed behind the lines formed by the divine machines, using various ranged firepower to bombard the divine remains that were mowing down the mechs with unparalleled speed.

A few daring Undying Blade Destroyers rushed forward with their battle axes, trying to get close and suppress the Divine Corpse with melee combat. Before they could even exchange a few blows, they were sent flying by the greatsword in the construct's hand, lying in the field hospital behind, groaning.

"So this is the Imaginary Divine Remains? Judging from its appearance, it seems to have some similarities with the Divine Mechanism of Destiny—"

Durandal looked down at the divine remains fighting the Divine Machines below, but did not rush down to join the battle.

"Speaking of which, considering the immortality mentioned in the records... wouldn't it be more practical to bombard such a large thing with the cannons of an airship?"

After observing the nihilistic behavior and appearance of the Divine Remains for a while, Durandal glanced at the lance in her hand. Bianca seemed to have abandoned her plan to destroy it directly, and instead intended to seek external assistance...

"Miss Durandal, could you please move aside?"

Just as Durandal was about to contact Bishop Otto to call upon the nearby branch's airships, someone patted her on the shoulder.

"Sis, have you forgotten about us...?"

Kiana and Bronya couldn't help but twitch their lips as they watched Bianca standing there lost in thought, occasionally muttering a word or two to herself.

Raiden Mei, however, asked without any hesitation—

"Is it a habit of you Kaslana people to forget about your teammates when solving problems?"

"Uh, sorry, I'm used to being alone most of the time... After all, there are some problems that even Rita can't handle, and usually only I can step in and solve them..."

Durandal scratched her head somewhat embarrassedly, glancing at her temporary teammate beside her...

"So, do you have any good ideas?"

"..."

The remaining few exchanged glances, seemingly confirming some kind of identity, and answered in unison—

"Of course, just crush it!"

A group of Lawyers voiced their rightful opinions—

"Ah... all Miss Durandal needs to do is contact Bishop Otto and ask for his opinion—after all, Bronya was able to enter Old Sky City openly only after agreeing not to interfere with the bishop's experiments."

"So, let's show some respect to Mr. Otto—"

.......

"Bianca, what did that blond, loser archbishop say?"

"Golden-haired loser... Uh, Kiana, you'd better not say that to Bishop Otto's face—"

"His Holiness the Bishop has agreed. He asked me to convey to you all... cough cough, here are His Holiness the Bishop's exact words: If you beautiful ladies are willing to provide assistance for this out-of-control experiment, I, Otto Apocalypse, will be extremely grateful."

"Ah... what a smooth-talking fellow. How could our ancestor Karen have taken a liking to such a guy back then???"

Listening to Bianca relay the words from the Bishop of Destiny, and imagining the glib-tongued blond sitting behind the desk, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

"Forget about that archbishop, the Apocalypse family will deal with him themselves—since my Mr. Otto has already agreed, let's blow this guy into the sky now!"

Bronya quickly shook her head, pushing the discomfort to the back of her mind.

"Bronya, the class monitor said what you said should be called 'Evil people will be punished by other evil people—'"

"Don't worry about such details. Besides, if the Apocalypse family isn't considered evil, then what is?!"

"You'd better not let Snow and Auntie hear you say that..."

.......

"Is this what the world will be like 500 years from now?!"

Not far from the city ruins, in the newly established Changkong City, separated only by a thick, high wall, a girl with braided hair and wearing a black nun's habit, dragging her blonde hair, was running around the streets and alleys.

The nun's face was filled with disbelief and curiosity... She even curiously lifted up a car parked on the side of the road and examined it for quite a while...

"These were originally carriages, carriages without horses... How amazing! Do people 500 years from now no longer need horses?"

"My lord... is Miss Karen swearing...?"

Clinging to Snow's shoulders, Fokin and Wuni, who were attacking in their raven forms, complained softly in the girl's ear, their voices filled with exhaustion.

"...Perhaps this is just a normal exclamation from a medieval Valkyrie who came to the modern world?"

Snow, with a long, sullen face, watched his own mother ahead of him, loudly and incessantly expanding his horizons, his expression etched with exhaustion...

What can I do? She's my mom.

"How many times has this happened...?"

Looking at the crowd in the distance, which was once again becoming chaotic because of Karen's actions, Snow Apocalypse took a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm his blood pressure and heart rate.

This is the thirty-first time....

Wuni listlessly raised her head and waved, waving at the chaotic crowd—

Wuni has corrected your memory. Now, you think everything Miss Karen does is right... even if she immediately pulls down a sign on the roadside that warns of "Scholastic Military Fiber Optics"...

"Snowsnow, what exactly is this 'Heavenly Mandate Military Fiber Optic'?!"

"??? Put it back—thank you."

Chapter 298 Going Against the Tide of History

Let's turn our attention back to not long ago, or rather, to the distant past...

—This is Klossen five hundred years ago, the original headquarters of an organization called Destiny.

Similarly, this is the only one in the current records of Destiny to be truly given the title of "Saintess," a benchmark for the current Valkyries; the place where Kallen Kaslana, one of Kaslana's ancestors, perished—

The place where all tragedies originate.

The collapse of the millennium never presented men with just one answer—in territories they had never known or touched, even those of higher order from other paths responded to the prayer of Otto Apocalypse.

And at this moment, this response from the Great One, this unknown answer, is traversing time itself. With its immense power, spanning centuries and even millennia, it will cause those withered branches to sprout new buds...

Flames burned in the collapsed buildings; the city had crumbled. You could hear children crying, crowds screaming. The order people once took pride in had collapsed; homes were no longer homes, and friends were no longer friends...

On the burning streets, the Lord of the Throne walks—

"I pray for the fallen—"

The golden blade was drawn—the knight, dead yet wandering on the ground, was crushed by the gods, turning into a golden hue that merged into the girl's shadow—those who are dead, please do not wander in the mortal world...

"I stand guard for the desperate..."

"While I can still stay—"

Beneath the burning, collapsed ruins, He gently smoothed the pained face of the man half-buried beneath, closing his eyes wide with despair—

"Like a candle that never dies in the wind...unyielding because of its past brilliance—"

In the distance, a white-haired prisoner with braided pigtails broke free of her restraints on her execution ground, upholding the creed passed down through generations of her family, and practicing the beliefs she had upheld throughout her life on the road to her death.

"A mournful wail, a long and drawn-out call—to that glory painted with death..."

The saintess stood in front of the helpless child, catching the Honkai Beast's limb aimed at him with her own hands—but in response, the sharp limbs of the divine creation before her stretched out...